Monday, August 2, 2010

s0 HaTe !!!

hi bloggie ~

i tink it been a while adi since my last stop by ...

recently im busy wif many mAny mEetings ~

sometimes i tink tat im to0 active cos joining to0 much activities adi ~

although tired ~

im still happy cos i had learned many things fr all the activities tat i involved !


i tink tis sem's a busy sem 4me again~

bt as usual

i tink i'll b like s0 care free one altough im busy

sometimes im s0 pissed off wif some oof de ppl tat around me !

i don n0e Y ?

mayb im to0 sensitive o wat la !

s0 HatE !!!


i feel like wannA g0 4 vacation although nw my life style s0 santai one~

i really hate IGNORANCE !

s0 wat !

i'll juz shout tat !

* i hate U *


as long as im haPpie wif it !


sien a !

i accept the fact tat every human bein is unique in their own way~

s0 i adi slowly bear wif it tat every human is like a timed bomb !

any time will explode when u x notice !

s0 ...

im a human to0 OK !!!

really s0 hate a !!!

bt currently i still like my life wat !

s0 wat i wud d0 is juz let those ppl b wat they like lo

*idiot *


i juz play my role as a~




etc ...

life really like a play as in Shakespeare's poem ~

~All the World's a Stage~

All the world's a stage,

And all the men and women merely players;

They have their exits and their entrances,

And one man in his time plays many parts,

His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,

Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.

Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel

And shining morning face, creeping like snail

Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,

Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad

Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,

Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,

Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,

Seeking the bubble reputation

Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,

In fair round belly with good capon lined,

With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,

Full of wise saws and modern instances;

And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts

Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,

With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;

His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide

For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,

Turning again toward childish treble, pipes

And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,

That ends this strange eventful history,

Is second childishness and mere oblivion,

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything

ok ~

tats all wif de poem-ing ~


i tink i blog till here la

s0 sien adi wat !

C yA bloGgie ! ^.^

miss u ~

p/s: who feel tat tis blog sarcastic then jiu close it la !
i din force u read wat !



1 comment:

  1. i came visiting tis post after u told me yesterday^^...huh!nw is the time i'm buzy wit my tutorial assign.,preparing 4 nihongon role play,statistic calculations & jz wan to hav a look
    Seem so emo bt sometime i feel lid u too.nt attending such many activities lid u bt stil buzy & pack scedule...*omg* Well,we live in our own way, rite?sometime nt us to choose bt it been setted there 4 other choice.Reality lo...LIKE the poem & it's author...